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stormco0l · 3 months ago

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teleports to your immediate location, putting my hand against the wall next to you. I saw your post about oc relationship dynamics :3

uhm. ok. this is probably going to be a bit of a long-ass list. and probably largely modp related bcs im. normal. about them.

2 and 18 for lyric and ink

9 for lyric and matthew

20 for the umbrella quad

amd uhm. for some non mopd ones

8 for angel and issac

15 for mangrove and calie

yeehaw 🤠

HHIHIHII NOVA THANK YOY YO ARE . AMAZING

2. How long have these two characters known each other?

im not to sure of the exact time, but its been a good strong while. Definately longer than lim & jess have been in the rooms, but after she joined the m.e.g. around the early days of being in the m.e.g, witch was a While ago lmao

so, like. its a strong foundation.

18. Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

ooh. ooh this ones hard. ink, i think, would like to view it as permernant, but they dont. theyre waiting for a tragic end, waiting for it to fall apart, waiting for lyric to leave them.

lyric views it as permerant, but hasnt really relaised that. she thinks shed be fine with leaving ink [shes always been good at leaving things behind]. she dosent understand why she cant think about it for to long without feeling sick.

lyric isnt going to be the one to leave.

9. What is one quality they have in common?

OHOHOHO BOY :) THIS IS A GOOD ONE. lyric would hate this question. btw.

one thing thats shared between them is their ability to be chill exept about around three things.

for lyric, she gets furiously mad about matheww, and really protextive of ink .one started bacause of the other, but if you remkved one from the equasion the other woukd still exist .shes also really, really, really obsessibely passionate about music

matthew is actually largely calm and easygoing when not being obsessively loyal to the m.e.g, or ansolutely furious about the continued existance if anuthing nonhuman. most people dont even know about how he gets about thise things and think lyrics exagerating.

20. What is their best memory together?

.ooh thjs is a tricky one! .hmm .they probably have quite a few good ones but the best one i think woild probably finding the umbrellas .cause that was the moment where they kinda cemeted as a group, yk?

.it was also the first like .truly positve moment they all shared .so yeah .not the happiest overall maybe but a very important memory that was positive. pronably the first thing that comes up when they think happy memory for them too :]

8. How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

.angel and issac have progressed to the stage of friendship where basically everything they say sounds uttery incomprihensible to everyone else. so many inside jokes and weird little movements that completely recontextualise things.

angel also jsut voes completely mask off around issac when talking so you get conversations where angel outwardly says basically Nothing but issac is just so used to reading her that half of their converaation is based around nonberbal stuff noone else can really pick up on.

so yeah theyre Normal <3

15. Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

ooh this is a really interesting one! i think not Yet. for very different reasons.

mangrove has been so, so hurt because of trust in the past. theyres still feeling tje effects of that. calie is interesting to them, and theyre willing to help out from time to time, but like. theres no trust theh wont end up with another knife digging into them

theyre also just. in a Massively fragile state. ots hard to place your trust into someone when youre still trying to figure out who you Are.

calie is scared of mangrove. not cause of their apperance [witch. they still think Isnt Real], but cause of the way mangrove acts. theyre not a familiar prescence and calie dosent trust someone who they cant read at All.

callie also dosent trust themself. and its really, really hard to trust other people when you cant even tell whats real and what isnt.

THANM YOUU THJS WAS REALLY FUN :DDD <33

my goobers :]

#screaming into howling winds #answers caught in the broken branches of a tree #umbrella quad [modp]#memories of dead places #lyric silver #matthew de silva #ink [modp]#angel freeman #issac stewart #mangrove [oc]#calie storm [oc]#ehehe this was really fun to think aboit <33 #lits of things i hadnt thought of!! but sosososo fun!!#bonus info!! despite umbrella quad having been formed much later theyre actually far far closer than ink and lyric #theres nk real reaso for this other than ink and lyric are just more chill and the umbrella quad are UTTERLY INSANE.#the umbrella quad are also gar less used ro having these relationships. ink and lyric are better at doing relatikships n stuff #thats not to say that ink n lyric arent really close. they are!! the umbrella wuad are just more *intense*#but yeah:] lits kf food for thought!

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knightprincess · 3 months ago

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Magic Medic (Part 1 of 3) - The 501st

Words: 2.2k Requested by: @rexmeshlasblog Note: She/her pronouns and Y/N are used. The second part will also include an OC (Iseult)—it was originally meant to be a one-shot but became a mini-series instead.

The war was brutal, even for the bravest of people, even for the troopers who had been created to fight for the republic tirelessly. Often with no reward or gratitude for the battles won and sacrifices made. There is no time to truly mourn and grieve the loss of their brothers who perished on the many battlefields spread across the wartorn galaxy.

Despite the never-ending stream of battlefields and warzones, some troopers had found something to help them keep fighting even when they wanted nothing more than to live a normal life, to be free and be able to choose what they wanted rather than someone deciding it for them. Rex was one of those lucky few. His reason for fighting outside of loyalty to what he believed in and his brothers and friends was a medic—specifically, the civvi medic assigned to the 501st.

She was beautiful, an angel in the eyes of many. Gentle, kind, and innocent, even with a contagious laugh that could get even the grumpiest men to smile. (Y/N) Devitt was her name. She comes from a small, peaceful island on an outer rim world, so out of the way, it hadn't been touched by the war and was almost as unknown as Kamino.

She would speak of her family on the odd occasion, but only when asked. Her parents had passed on when she was just a little girl, too young to truly remember them, so her uncle had taken her and her three siblings in and raised them as if they were his own. All three of (Y/N)'s siblings had applied for the GAR, too, when the republic announced they were hiring civilians. One of her brothers was a mechanic assigned to the 212th, and the other was a cryptographer stowed away in the military base on Coruscant. Finally, her sister was a medic, and she was often on rotation. She'd be wherever she was needed. As was typical for civvi medics, there weren't enough for each legion to have their own.

"Do you think Rex knows?" asked Jesse, looking to the datapad in hand; on it was the personnel file of the civvi medic identified as CM-1916. As was customary for the files of civvi personnel, there was a picture and a few personal details, such as last name, homeworld, gender, and age, but that was it. "Our angel is set to be transferred to the 104th," added Jesse as he handed the datapad to Fives and Echo.

Kix stood in the corner, still trying to process his feelings. (Y/N) was the most helpful medic they'd had so far. She had been with them twice throughout her rotations; the first time, she'd not been afraid to speak her mind or have a laugh with the boys. This second time, she'd been calmer, less sarcastic, but still brought light to their dark days.

"She never mentioned she worked with the commandoes before," worded Fives, astonishment flooding his voice as curiosity began to take over. (Y/N) wasn't any stranger to telling stories of her time with other legions, and on the occasions she was back on Coruscant. But she never stated she'd been assigned to Foxtrot and the unorthodox Clone Force 99.

"(Y/N)'s too gentle and innocent to be around Gregor," voiced Kix, almost storming over to the trio of Jesse and the Domino Twins, ignoring Hardcase's mischievous-filled chuckle coming from the stack of crates nearby. Almost as if he was privy to something no one else knew of.

"Rex," called Hardcase when the Captain appeared. There was little doubt he'd come looking for them upon noticing they were absent from the barracks again. There were few places to hide on board a Jedi Cruiser, so Rex only had to eliminate each hiding spot or guess from the small number to find them. "Did you know our precious (Y/N) is being reassigned? The 104th."

"Nobody told me," replied Rex, a smirk appearing across his lips in seconds as his eyes lit up ever so slightly. He managed to stifle his chuckle before it rumbled too loudly. More about what he remembered about (Y/N) and the hidden truth the boys in blue, even General Skywalker, had yet to learn. "(Y/N) just told me she will be staying with us for another rotation," announced Rex, watching as the confusion spread from one brother to the next until it circled back around to where it started.

Fives soon looked back at the datapad, intrigue beginning to paint itself across his features. He was curious. Was there a miscommunication somewhere? Or had the personnel file yet to be updated? Echo soon seemed perplexed. How was it MC-1916, their (Y/N) was to be assigned to the 104th and remained with them simultaneously? They all knew she was a talented medic, but even she couldn't be in two places at once.

Echo soon handed Rex the medical personnel file. A deep chuckle escaped him as he shook his head when his golden eyes landed on the screen. However, the captain didn't elaborate or speak of what had tickled him. Instead, he just grinned as he left the cargo hold, leaving the five troopers known for mischief-making confused in his wake.

"I get the feeling he knows something we don't," Jesse said, his golden eyes locked on the door Rex had chuckled through a few seconds earlier.

"You think," replied Echo, so fast it was as if the Arc Trooper had the words resting on the tip of his tongue. Once again, Hardcase laughed, louder this time, but again, he didn't elaborate or shed light on the theory he was sure held truth to it. After all, in a drunken haze the month prior, he was sure he'd seen two of (Y/N) at the bar of 79's letting loose while on shore leave. He never said anything about it nor asked her, instead believing he'd been so drunk his vision and mind were playing tricks on him.

"Hardcase," called Kix, turning his attention to the hyperactive brother, who seemed lost in thought but smirked like he was waiting for chaos to unfold. Bouncing in his seated position as if he vibrated from all the energy coursing through him. "What do you know?" cautiously asked the medic as he tried to decipher if Hardcase knew anything or was ribbing them again.

"Nothing," replied Hardcase, between his chuckles and sniggers. "Just something I think I saw last month and what Comet said a while back," he added innocently as if he was a cadet again on Kamino being punished for purposely winding up the bounty hunter in charge of training.

"Something you think you saw?" repeated Jesse. His interest was piqued, although he was unsure if it was because of Rex's earlier reaction or the mystery that seemed to unfold before them now. "Do tell."

"At 79's before we were deployed to Seleucami," began Hardcase, thinking back to the fun night again. "I was drunk, seen two of (Y/N), both of them were at the bar, one talking to Cody and Howzer, the other appeared to be playing games with the Bad Batch," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck as if to buff away the embarrassment. The two versions had been identical next to each other, yet no one else seemed to notice there were two versions of (Y/N).

"Two (Y/N)'s," spoke Kix, hearing Fives and Echo sniggering between themselves, almost as if they were in disbelief. Jesse was no better, practically stunned into silence—no doubt questioning how they wouldn't have noticed two versions of their angel. "I love her, but I can't handle two. Be like those two but worse," he commented, throwing a limp hand toward Fives and Echo.

"At least we'd know how she feels dealing with us," replied Fives, ignoring the previous comment, even when Echo pretended to be offended by it. "Makes you wonder what the 104th think is going on; Wolffe's not exactly one for mishaps," added the Arc Trooper, recalling Rex saying the battle-worn commander only seemed to like one of the civvi medics to pass through. Sarcastic, loud, and strong-willed, his eye hadn't bothered her, nor had his growls when she dragged him to her medbay.

"I don't think he'll care as long as the civvi medic knows what they're doing," replied Echo, looking up when the door to the cargo hold swooshed open. Rex returned behind (Y/N), now dressed in ordinary civvi clothes. Hyperspace was her off-duty time, or at least that's what they liked to say. (Y/N) however, always said medics didn't have the luxury of being off duty. Someone always needed their help.

"(Y/N)," called Jesse, confusion still written across his lips. "Why didn't you tell us about your ability to be in two places at once?" he asked, hearing (Y/N) sweetly chuckle, her eyes lighting up in amusement.

"I thought you boys already knew I could teleport," replied (Y/N), as another small giggle escaped her. Even more so as she witnessed the small group trying to figure out if she was serious or not. Although she'd admit she found it amusing, they hadn't seen the truth yet, even when all the clues were before them. "My ma was a witch from Dathomir; she taught me a trick or two," she added, her smile brightening just slightly as mischief began to lace through it.

"Neat trick, even if confusing when first seeing it," added Rex, refusing to admit he knew the truth. He was happy to keep it a secret for a little longer, if only to get some overdue payback on the five brothers gathered in the hold. "I don't think General Skywalker or Commander Tano quite wrapped their heads around it yet either," laughed the captain, throwing the two Jedi into the conversation for good measure.

"Do tell," called Kix, his brows sown together as if he suspected something wasn't quite what it seemed. Echo seemed to share his suspicion, although it was unclear if they were on the same trail.

"First date of all times," answered (Y/N), recalling that it had been an accident. Thankfully, Rex understood after it had been explained to him thrice. "Got a little distracted while waiting for Rex to return from the refresher, accidentally teleported to the bar," she explained, another sweet giggle escaping her lips. "Poor Comet, he didn't know what to do."

"Nah, the first time I noticed it was at the base," corrected the great Captain. Recalling the event, even now, it still drew a chuckle out of him, especially when he'd not been the only one to witness the unusual event or be bewildered by it. "You and Fox walked past me, Cody, and Wolffe. We saw you again with Clone Force 99 when we rounded the corner," recalled Rex.

"What …" Jesse called out in utter bewilderment. "How … What … I don't get it … What?"

"So you can teleport and pester more than one of us at a time?" questioned Fives, "Please teach me, please, please, please," he begged, his mischievous glint returning although tainted with confusion. He'd never met a civvi who could teleport, let alone cause so much chaos by helping people.

"What do you need to teleport for? You got Echo," called Hardcase, laughing at himself when he fell off the crates he'd previously been perched on. "You two switch so much; it's a game called Guess the Domino."

"Should we tell them?" asked (Y/N), looking down at the personnel file on the datapad. Her smile only seemed to widen when she did. Even more so when she knew all the clues to the truth were in front of the troopers, especially if they looked close enough.

"Nope," simply replied Rex.

"Tell us what?" called Kix, curious now more than ever. "Rex, (Y/N), tell us what?"

"I still owe you a caf date, right?" asked Rex, recalling when he had to take a rain check. He'd skipped the date to ensure General Skywalker's secret stayed as such.

"Yup," voiced (Y/N), popping the p. While taking the hint to draw out the torment of the collection of boys in blue.

"Rex corrupted our angel," Echo said playfully, accusing their captain. "Wait, don't medics outrank everyone?'

"You boys are smart; you'll work it out," called Rex as he led (Y/N) back through the door. He intended to take her to the mess hall for the caf, if only so the pair could laugh about it a little bit more. "Eventually."

"Game on," voiced Fives, accepting the challenge to figure out the truth. "I'll wager we'll have it figured by the time we get back to Coruscant," he called, acting far more confident than he felt. How were they going to figure out what was going on? What Rex and (Y/N) were hiding from them.

"You're not gonna let them live this down, are you?" asked (Y/N) as the two walked toward the lift.

"Nope," replied Rex with a mischievous grin of his own now. "Although I have a few ideas on how to prolong it," he added. "It involves Iseult," he whispered when close enough to ensure no one else heard the whispered name or learned about the secret weapon of mischief.

Part 2 - Part 3

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sharp-silver4795 · 5 months ago

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Who I Write For!

Specifically for My creepypasta stuff!!

Sooooo… yeah!

Quick Key:

* I made up a last name bc they don’t have one that I know of

** I made up an entire real name for them

« I’m still doing research on them

~ I’m unsure if I will actually use them

≈ I basically took the principle of the character and made my own story out of it

° Possibly Spelled Wrong

❌ Traitors

📍Technically Neutral

🐝 Marble Hornets

✏️ Personal OC

! Not the name of the Creepypasta

[Emoji] there will be a key in that section!

Second(s) in Command

Proxies

Rouge Proxy (Heather Marshall)

Zechariah (Lynn*)

Wilson the Basher (Wilson Shane*)

Kate the Chaser (Kate Milens)

Kat Hunter (Rodrigo Ortiz)

Neon Spike (Na-eun Shinn) ✏️

X-Virus (Cody Chess*)

Ticci Toby (Toby Rodgers)

Masky (Tim Wright) 🐝

Hoodie (Brian Thomas) 🐝

Casters

Bloody Angel (Cassie Hanes**)

Judge Angels (Diana Clark)

Scarecrow Girl «

Allies

Non-Proxies

Jane the Killer (Jane Abbot°)

Nina the Killer (Nina Hopkins)

Jeff the Killer (Jeffery Woods)

Liu Woods 📍

Nathan the Nobody (Nathan Lux) ❌

Puppeteer (Johnathan Blake) 📍

Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette)

BEN Drowned (Benjamin Lawman)

Lost Silver (Ethan Miller)

L. Jack 📍

L. Jill 📍

Candy Pop 📍

Jason The Toymaker 📍

Eyeless Jack (!Jack Nichols)📍

Non-Casting

ChessMaster (William Dwight)

Ani the Wight (Anastasia Morozov) ❌

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Zero (!Alice Jackson) ≈

Dark Link

Doll Maker (Vine Gier)

Glitchy Red «

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Candy Cane 📍

Double Sided

Nurse Ann

Dr Smiley

Rose Demon ✏️

These are basically all the Demons from an AU/Story that stemmed from my version of EJ.

It kinda Snowballed from me creating an idea of Death.

Children of Hydra

(True)Name // Name (by Humans) - Pronunciation - Sin

Sutna // Satan - “set-nuh” - Wrath

Lucifer - “loose-if-er” - Pride

Levinn // Leviathan - “lev-in-in” - Envy

Asmodeus - “Aw-s-mo-dee-us” - Lust

Bzelba // Beelzebub - “Beh-zel-buh” - Gluttony

Belphegor - “bell-feh-gore” - laziness

Mammon - “ma’am-uhn” - Greed

Pale Rose [Pride]

Skail

Niak

Violet Rose [Male Envy]

Selcra

Blue Rose [Lust]

Armery

Ceri

Pkal

Jegyn

Crimson Rose [Gluttony]

Eyeless Jack Eashar

Kikurik

Natural Rose [Sloth]

Harbre

Lixew

Treq

Amber Rose [Female Greed]

Sharbor

Weste

Rekol

Golden Rose [Male Greed]

Zcer

Gar

Lupar

I know I probably over did it with the dividers but it’s not my fault that they’re pretty 🤷

Divider Creds: Sister Lucifer

Header Creds: ME!!

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thegigilwriter · 1 month ago

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23 | “Danger & Star, Rooster & Angel” — Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Mitchell OC

Summary. 26-year-old Lucy Asa Mitchell did not know what was in store for her when she first bumped into Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. After an instant mutual connection followed by a sweet whirlwind romance that swept both their feet, Lucy found herself being immersed deeper into Bradley’s world of the Navy, F-14s, and deployments. What she didn’t expect was finding was the answer to an elusive part of her past — the identity of her long-lost father.

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Chapter Summary. Will Bradley finally unravel the true source of Lucy's grief?

Keywords/Warnings: ANGST, missing family members, eventual fluff

23 | Always You 🌑

June 26, 2010

It was the summer before their first day of school in America. At the campgrounds of Trillium Lake in Oregon, Lucy and Ford are at their first summer camp. After a morning filled with fishing, swimming, rock climbing, and treks through the nearby wilderness, it was finally lunch time.

“Iʼll see ya later, Brenda!ˮ Lucy waved as she wandered from her group table and set off to look for Ford. She headed over to the boyʼs divide and gazed out into the crowd of long-limbed 12 to 15-year-olds with tousled locks and mud splatter on their faces. Lucy walked towards Fordʼs supposed group and neared bespectacled Gareth drinking a carton of milk.

“Hey Gar, have you seen my brother?ˮ She smiled. A blush littered across his pale and freckled cheeks as he shyly looked away.

“N-nope,ˮ he replied. “He was just here a little while ago, but I got called away to get my inhaler. He may be in the bathroom though. Uh... that way...ˮ

“Thanks!ˮ

Lucy was about to round the corner to the stalls, when she heard some voices nearby. They sounded hostile, so she quickly hid behind the brick wall as she pressed her ear discreetly towards the direction of the altercation.

“Leave me alone!ˮ

Yani!

Lucy heard the cacophony of commotion, the rustle of clothes and the sound of bodies being shoved against the solid ground.

“Or what?!ˮ

There was a thunder in Lucyʼs ears and without missing a beat, Lucy collected a pebble within her reach and expertly threw it at the back of the perpetratorʼs head. He was tall, at least two heads over Lucy. His width matched his height— towering over her like a stone wall. His hair was a brilliant bright red but his eyes were dark with anger. Ford was on the ground, caging his face with his arms. Her eyes flickered towards his right ankle, it looked angry and swollen. Lucy tread on, emerging from the shadow of the wall she hid behind and raising her chin.

“Iʼm what,ˮ Lucy replied. The bully laughed, leaving Ford in the dust and grabbing the front of her shirt.

“Lucy...ˮ Ford weakly called out.

“Look at you so scared and pathetic,ˮ he mocked. “What are you gonna do now, lilʼ girl?ˮ

The brute watched in amusement as Lucyʼs nose flared and her eyes glisten with tears. Her cheeks were red with anger and her lips were pressed into a tight line. And then, with all her might, she struck the top of her foot against the inside of his thigh. He let go instantly, barreling towards the dirt in pain as he whimpered. Lucy quickly got to her feet and carried Ford on her back.

“I got you,ˮ she said to him with a comforting smile, even as he looked away with a pout. Lucy chuckled because Ford was a prideful creature — and even though Lucy was younger by only a matter of minutes, he always saw himself as the big brother she should look up to. It didnʼt matter to Lucy though, he was always going to be her big brother — one that she would be protecting many times from this moment on.

October 14, 2023

Lucy awoke with a gasp. Everything felt drenched in her own sweat — the sheets beneath her, the scalp on her head, the skin between her thighs. She dreamt of Ford again — an old memory of them together. Lucy wasnʼt even sure that Ford was really dead and he was already haunting her like a ghost. She drew the blankets that she previously discarded in her sleep to her knees, suddenly feeling chilly. She stared at the empty space beside her and another memory filled her mind— one of Bradley with his warm embrace, his handsome eyes, and his sweet kisses. If he was here he would already be awake right beside her, soothing Lucy against his chest and accompanying her lonesome lips. Bitter tears pricked at her eyes.

“Iʼm done putting up with you.ˮ

She was done too. She was sick of herself already. Every waking day was reminder of her bleak existence — cooking, caring for her plants and little pets, watching Downtown Abbey, diving, learning, working — all these things no longer brought her joy. She returned to work some days ago, but she had to be kept off whale interactions on the account that she nearly suffered from hypoxia because she was not paying attention to her oxygen gauge. She must have looked so downright miserable that Diego did not throw even a single comment in her direction. Lucy felt bad for how she snapped at Sam and Chen when they asked her how she was. She felt angry for how Dr. Agnes looks at her— so full of pity. The sky outside was still dark, and before she could tuck herself into her sleep once more, her phone rang.

Could it be...

Bradley?

He had stopped calling her two days ago, and Lucy wondered if he was really finally done with her as he had said. Hope gripped her heart as she grabbed her phone swiftly, not bothering to look at the caller ID as she picked it up.

“‘Bout damn time.ˮ

“Celeste...ˮ

“Thought I was Bradley, didnʼt you?ˮ

“Well... I-I...ˮ

“Itʼs okay Lucy,ˮ she sighed on the other line. “I-I was just trying to light up the mood. I didnʼt mean to start anything.ˮ

“You didnʼt, youʼre fine...ˮ

“Are you and Bradley fine, too?ˮ

A beat.

“I just called to see how you are Lucy. Iʼm glad that you picked up.ˮ

If only it had been me.

Lucy couldnʼt speak, her heart so thickly ladened with emotion. If she uttered anything, she feared that they would spill out and she would have a mess on her hands that would take her forever to clean up.

“You donʼt have to speak, just listen. Whether or not Ford is alive, you have to keep living Lucy — not only for Ford, but for yourself.ˮ

A tear trickled down her cheek, iridescent against the bright screen of her phone.

“I know itʼs hard. I know how close you were, and I know that you didnʼt end on good terms on the day he left. But Lucy... you canʼt keep on going like this. Whatever you may think, you are not a bad person and this not your fault. Itʼs... this something out from our control...ˮ

Maybe not, Lucy thought. If I had made the right choice...

“You know... if it werenʼt for Bradley, I would have come over there myself and see how you were doing.ˮ

“B-Bradley?ˮ

“He contacted me and we talked. He knows about what happened to Ford,ˮ she told her bluntly. “I know that you donʼt want him knowing— and I take full responsibility for disclosing something private and important to you... but the man clearly cares about you, Lucy.ˮ

Lucy drew a shaky inhale.

“He wonʼt want to be with me,ˮ she whispered. “Not after all the things Iʼve said. Heʼs too good to me Celeste... I canʼt keep treating him like this.ˮ

“Then put an end to his misery and let him in for godʼs sake!ˮ Celeste told her impatiently. “You have something special here, Lucy. Donʼt let your past dictate the course of your life. Something this heavy shouldnʼt have to be carried with only your shoulders.ˮ

“What if he canʼt carry it?ˮ

“What if you let him try?ˮ

A beat.

“I love you, ‘lil sis. Call me.ˮ

Celeste ended the call, leaving Lucy to lie with her thoughts until dawn... until her fingers suddenly had the strange urge to pick up her phone, and before she knew it she was calling the one person she should have all this time. Lucy waited with bated breath as each ring commenced. Tears pricked the side of her eyes with every second that passed that she didnʼt hear his voice. She finally resigned, finger hovering over the ‘End Callʼ sign.

“Angel?ˮ A voice called out to her.

“Bradley,ˮ she breathed out.

“Are you okay?ˮ She could hear the rasp in his voice.

“I-I woke you up,ˮ she stuttered. “I can c-call you back.ˮ

“No!ˮ He said to her. “N-Nowʼs good. How are you?ˮ

A beat.

“Can you... can you come over?ˮ

Another beat.

“I-Itʼs okay y-you donʼt have to.ˮ

Silence... then the chatter of movement.

“No Angel, no,ˮ Lucy could hear his smile on the other side. “I... I was just looking for my keys.ˮ

Lucy picked at the tufts of her sweater— a quilt over her legs as she sat on her purple couch. She stared at her living room table with a blank gaze — particularly the newspaper that laid face down against it. The moon, rotund and bright this very night spilled unto the carpet, casting strange shadows against her plants on the window sill. The silence of waiting was deafening and Lucy was just about to reach for the remote control when she heard the faint jiggle of the doorknob. She turned towards the entryway, and there was Bradley, his broad shoulders filling the threshold. Despite the dark circles beneath his eyes and the crease and his brow— he looked ever so desirable with his mess of honey curls, his stache, his sleepy little smile, and the glint in his eye as he held her in his sights.

“Angel,ˮ he breathed.

“Bradley,ˮ she whispered, looking away shyly as he entered her apartment quietly and padded towards her on the couch. He kneeled in front of her, his fingers gripping the near edge of the quilt as he looked up at her adoringly. How could he? Lucy thought. It was still unfathomable that Bradley Bradshaw was in her apartment in one call, let alone someone to call hers.

“Baby?ˮ He said softly. She bit her lip, gesturing towards the table to which Bradley turned to to retrieve a newspaper. He met her stare, perplexed.

“I know about Ford, Angel.ˮ He told her. “You donʼt have to explain anything. I came here to apolo—“

“W-When mom got sick,ˮ she breathed out. “Ford and I made a promise to e-each other that we b-both couldnʼt leave her alone at the same time...ˮ

Bradley listened intently, but his eyes glanced towards her empty palm longingly.

“Then the Avery murder happened,ˮ she whispered. “And he couldnʼt come home very often. I-I had to stay by momʼs side constantly— traveling to and from Portland every week. I-I was s-scared...ˮ

“Before mom got sick I applied for a position as an associate on the ‘Explorerʼ...ˮ she sighed. “Itʼs a famous ship, known to carry some of the best cetologists on an expedition taken only every five years to follow a species of a rare whale migration. Itʼs very competitive and never I thought I could ever get in. Dr. Agnes encouraged Chen, Sam, and I to apply. And I did...ˮ

“The day Ford left for New York, was the day I r-received the letter of acceptance,ˮ Lucy swallowed deeply, her eyes moving everywhere but towards Bradleyʼs, he held her clenched hand in his and smoothed the ridges of her knuckles with the pad of her thumb. “I wanted to go on the Explorer just as badly that Ford wanted to go on his mission. I w-was f-furious. It w-was just s-so unfair about how he always got what he wanted! I was s-scared of him leaving me alone with m-mom because heʼs the o-only p-person that she l-likes, even more than me—!ˮ

“Angel—“

“And Iʼm a horrible person because I told h-him n-never to c-come back!ˮ Her chest was heaving violently now, and Bradley shifted himself to her side, putting an arm around her.

“Oh Baby,ˮ he whispered. “That doesnʼt make you a horrible person—“

“Read the paper, Bradley, please!ˮ

And so he did. He picked up the front page to his periphery and above the 12 photographed faces and one that depicted a grand vessel afloat on sea, was a bold headline.

‘EXPLORERʼ GONE MISSING

June 26, 2021

He turned to her.

“Donʼt you see?ˮ She told him as she shook her head. “I-It should have b-been... me. If I had begged Celeste to take his place. If I had left before he did. I wouldʼve been gone... and he wouldʼve been here and mpm wouldʼve been far better off with him. It shouldʼve been me, Bradley...ˮ

He cradled her head into his grasp and let her cry into his chest. His heart clenched at the sound of her sobs, and even more at what she had just confessed. How could she think that? He thought. How could someone so wonderful and beautiful think of herself like that? After his conversation with Celeste a few days ago, Bradley felt certain of the extent of her hurt... and now he felt as if he has misstepped, underestimated the depth of a pothole as he navigated the dark face of the moon. Though he empathized with her sorrow, a part of Bradley felt endeared by the guilt she expressed. His Angel is a good person, who loves very deeply, and has endured a great ordeal. However can he fix her? However can he love her in way that he could never hurt her?

Then it occurred to him.

“All this time we were fighting,ˮ Bradley held her closer, sighing into her ear. “I was thinking of how I can just make everything that made you upset go away. I was thinking of a way to fix you. But I canʼt just do that, canʼt I?ˮ

She looked up at him. Those glistening, sweet, brown eyes staring right into him.

“Something like this is going to hurt for a long time,ˮ he told her. “I know that now. But no matter what you think of yourself. No matter what happens... Iʼm going to be here Lucy. I meant it when I said that Iʼm in love with you...ˮ

Lucy hiccuped as he cupped her wet cheek.

“I was afraid...ˮ she rasped. “That you really were done with me... you looked just so... t-triggered...ˮ

Bradley paused, sighing.

“The p-people I loved,ˮ He faltered. “Pushed me away to protect me. My Mom didnʼt really tell me that my Dad was gone until I was a little older — even when I would sit on the front porch almost everyday waiting for him to come home. Mav pulled my papers at the Naval Academy because he was afraid that I would end up like my dad... When we fought that day, I was hurt because I thought I was losing you and I didn’t know what I did wrong...ˮ

“You did nothing wrong,ˮ she whispered... her gaze holding his intently. “And you can never lose me, Bradley.”

“Iʼm sorry, Angel.ˮ

“Iʼm sorry, my love.ˮ

Bradley smiled, pulling her cheek cautiously towards him... and with her consenting nod, placed his lips on hers. Who knew, that such a bitter absence of her presence could result in something so sweet. All those nights of longing, empty sheets, and heavy hearts have finally concluded. As Bradley carried Lucy into his arms and set towards her bedroom for a true nightʼs sleep.

It wasn’t easy writing a chapter this heavy. I have to admit that my heart broke just a little tearing these lovebirds apart, but I’m glad they’re back and stronger than ever. Thanks for reading, and I hope you stick around for the next one!

Taglist: @itsarabellebabes @harrysgothicbitch

#top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom #top gun maverick fanfiction #rooster fanfiction #tgm fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #top gun imagine

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bejeweldskeleton · 3 months ago

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WIP Wednesday arbeitest gerade aktiv an einem Oc der an Stories? Teile etwas mit uns darüber? #sharewhatintheqieks #ffmmff #workinprogress #fanfictionde

Sooo, dann komme ich auch zu dieser Frage :D Nur ein paar Mittwoche zu spät, aber naja. Immerhin etwas :D OCs:

(Semi-)aktiv arbeiten tue ich momentan nur an Law für @quinaelfina Good Luck. Da muss auf jeden Fall noch mehr aufs Papier bzw. ins Dokument gebracht werden, auch wenn die Ecken des Konzepts abgesteckt sind. Lustigerweise verarbeite ich bei ihm auch ein bisschen meine immer noch unerfüllte Lust auf Heiligen shizzle, welches ich ja schon bei der Frage nach Wunsch-MMFFs und dem Grishaverse angedeutet habe haha xD Aber Quina hat da einen winzigen passenden Krümel irgendwo om Prolog oder im Word-Dokument fallen lassen und ich habe mich draufgestürzt haha

Stories:

Ich habe so einige Storyideen parat, aber bin mir nicht bei allen sicher, ob das MMFF-Format wirklich die beste Wahl ist lol Allerdings schwanke ich wirklich bei allen zwischen MMFF oder nicht, weshalb ich sie hier einfach aufzählen werde. Es sind alles tatsächlich auch Ideen, die im Prosabereich angesiedelt sind. Idk über die Jahre habe ich mehr und mehr das Gefühl bekommen, dass viele Storyideen, die mir so kommen, gar nicht mehr so stark an ein Fandom gebunden sind oder es sich besser in einer eigenen Welt machen würde, die ich nach meinen eigenen Vorstellungen und narrativen Bedürfnissen gestalten kann. Klar, mehr Arbeit, weil man wirklich alles aus dem Nichts stampfen muss, aber worth it xD

Stage 97:

Los Angeles, 1970er. Eine ehemals legendäre Filmproduktionsgesellschaft, die einst die größten Stars des goldenen Zeitalters Hollywoods hervorgebracht hat, steht seit der Übernahme durch den inkompetenten Socialite-Sohn des alten CEOs kurz vorm Ruin. Abergläubische Leute munkeln, das Studio sei verflucht. Maxine St. John, frisch aus der x-ten Rehab und ehemalige Kinderschauspielerin außer Rand und Band, versucht wieder in Hollywood Fuß zu fassen, diesmal jedoch behind the scenes. Als PA am Ende der Hierarchiekette fängt sie bei [insert name of company] an und entdeckt bald, dass nicht alles mit rechten Dingen zugeht. Spooky stuff passiert. Maxine und eine Handvoll scrappy Filmcrewmitglieder machen sich auf die Suche nach der Wahrheit hinter dem, was das Stage 97 heimsucht :D Macht sich wohl am besten als MMFF und es würde auch mit ein paar vorgegebenen Rollen aufgezogen werden. Aber diese haben eher einen narrativ-funktionalen Hintergrund und werden weniger auf die Persönlichkeit der OCs bezogen sein, also z.B. eher "Hausmeister*in des Filmstudios" statt "Grimdark dude mit dunkler Vergangenheit". Aber ja, historischer Horror mit Hollywood-Glamour. Und gore lol.

Magical Heist (Arbeitstitel)

Las Vegas, irgendwann in der Zukunft. Kennt noch wer The Azkaban Job lol? Magischer Heist in der HP-Welt. Das ist die Neuauflage der Geschichte, aber ohne die HP-Welt, mit einem sinnvolleren Ort und Ziel zum fancy Ausrauben sowie viel weniger vorgegebenen Charakteren. Geblieben sind tatsächlich nur die Winter-Geschwister, da Adams Verhaftung bisher immer noch der Ausgangspunkt und Joans Antrieb dafür sein soll, ja zum Heist zu sagen. Allerdings spielt es jetzt in einer eigenen Welt, die erst vor kurzem Magie entdeckt hat, was natürlich bestehende gesellschaftliche Strukturen neu definiert sowie was es heißt, Macht zu haben. Aber das alles ist bloß der Hintergrund, vor dem fun crime passiert lol ... oder doch nicht? dam dam dam :D

Horizontal Storms/Stormcrawlers

USA als Ganzes, alternative Historie. Das ehrgeizigste und umfassendste Projekt von allen? Damit aber leider auch ein Projekt, das noch viele Lücken hat und nicht ganz weiß, wohin mit sich bzgl. Plot. Der Kern bildet jedoch ein Sci-Fi/Eco-Fantasy/Magical-Realism/Abenteuer Mischmasch? Irgendwann im späten 20. Jahrhundert tauchen zuerst in den USA, später auch anderswo auf der Welt, Naturphänomene auf, die die Leute ohne bessere Alternative als “Stürme” bezeichnen. Riesig groß, tornado- oder mahlstromartig bilden sie Tunnel, das alles verschlingt, was hineingerät und nicht mehr herausgibt, auch nachdem die Stürme zerbersten. Als ob das Innere der Stürme ein Portal zu einer anderen Dimension wäre, auch wenn die Ein- und Ausgänge eindeutig und regelmäßig in unserer Welt entstehen. Und was macht man angesichts eines grundgefährlichen Naturphänomens, das keiner erklären kann? Natürlich. Man entwickelt einen Extremsport im Untergrund drumherum und schlachtet das über illegale Übertragungskanäle aus lol. Kennt ihr Stormchasing? Das gepaart mit Rallye-Rennfahrten, einer Prise Monster Jam Campiness und Mad Max Bravado und tadaa: Stormracing ist geboren xD Ziemlich einfache Grundidee: mehrere Rennteams treten gegeneinander an, um zu sehen, wer es als erstes durch so einen Sturmtunnel schafft. Neben den gegnerischen Teams muss man natürlich mit den Stürmen selbst kämpfen - herrscht in den Tunneln ja eine extrem menschenfeindliche Atmosphäre. Tornados und Sandstürme, unvorhersehbares Terrain und die Instabilität der Tunnelwände selbst, alles nicht so einfach. Die Teams bestehen jeweils aus zwei Fahrzeugen, ein Renn- und ein taktischer Wagen, in denen sich Personen verschiedener Rollen befinden, die es alle aus den Tunneln beschaffen müssen. Die Teams haben Stage Names, die meisten tragen Kostüme und Masken, es ist ne große Selbstdarstellung zusammen mit dem Nervenkitzel der immanenten Gefahr. Und das alles ist nur der Hintergrund für die eigentliche Handlung lol (Und ja ja, auf meinem ff.de-Profil steht noch was zu mysteriösen Sponsoren, Expedition ins Ungewisse und jemand hat Amnesie - aber das gehört alles zu den o.g. Plotbaustellen, also muss es euch noch nicht interessieren xD)

#ffmmff #mother of pearl steht auch noch auf dem profil aber das ist zu baustelle um es aufzuzählen lol #und wenn ihr diese frage schon einmal von mir beantwortet gesehen habt dann nein habt ihr nicht lol #(ich war einfach zu blöd um auf “save as draft” statt “posten” zu klicken)#uyen writes

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mamuzzy · 2 years ago

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Say hi to our corrie Medic we made with my gf for our RPs~ Headshot is devoted to improve himself and his skills so he can treat his brothers accordingly to the circumstances Coruscant sets for them and while the guard fight their own battles - let it be the crimes of the street or the filth of the Senate, sometimes even their own brothers in the GAR -, they tend to get scars which cannot be healed by bacta or scalpel. And healing broken hearts and disturbed minds are not something the medics are trained for in the first place. Headmedic Headshot is trying to keep the whole disasterfest called Coruscant Guard together along with his loyal medics, Pons and Angel (both OC's, maybe I'll draw them too).

And don't worry. Fox is completely open-minded and accepting about his vod'ike's weird fashion choices... except when he is not.

(DO NOT REPOST! Thank you.)

#Clone Medic Headshot (OC)#original clone character #Commander Fox #Coruscant Guard #the clone wars #star wars #Peony draws stuff #sketchbook #original clone character: Headshot

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silverwings22 · 6 months ago

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Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thank you @annwayne for the tag. This looks like it'll be fun. ^.^

About me

When did you start writing? I really can't remember I time when I wasn't. When we would read storybooks in kindergarten I would try to make up similar ones of my own. (Does that count as baby fanfiction?) As I got older, I'd storyboard ideas, make comics, and write both fanfics and original works just for fun. I wasn't a very social or popular kid, but I had lots of friends in my stories.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write? I write the themes I love the most: angst, romance, hurt/comfort, and prophecy/fate. I always want to end my stories on a happy note, but I do love a well done break-it ending. I can't bring myself to write mine that way, but I think I put my characters through enough.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often? A friend in college told me I write like Tolkien, in that I am descriptive of the settings/characters even when the visual description might not really be necessary. But I'm also a really visual person, so that's how I think. In my original work, I think I'd like to emulate Robert Newcomb. His writing, to me, is very viceral and evocative. I love his "The Fifth Sorceress" series.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? I used to have a TV dinner tray table and a couch, but when my daughter moved out I turned that spare bedroom into a guest room/office. So it's currently a pop up card table with my laptop, ipad for drawing, and usually a fat black and white longhaired cat laying on my arms while I try to type. Constellation is my co-writer.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse? Music. I'll go play through Youtube's suggested songs and write mental AMV's until I get a scene. I have playlists for characters, for stories, for scenes that don't even make sense, but it always comes back to a song. If I hear a new one I like, I'll listen to it again and again until I get an idea.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about? Oh definitely. I grew up in the American South, and my ideas about family (motherhood especially) are very influenced by my raising and the culture I grew up in. There's good and bad sides to it, which I try to explore in my writing.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you? Found family and motherhood, generational trauma, and breaking cycles. Those were intentional. I sort of accidentally stumbled onto the theme of "lovers get separated and have to re-learn each other and fall in love all over again" but I really like it. So I'm gonna keep writing it, and I hope people keep liking it.

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? Well, I'm currently working on a Hunter Bad Batch fic, so I'm pretty fixed on the female OC lead. Vayryn Vale. This poor girl. I decided to play around with the idea of a dyad in the Force and that Anakin Skywalker was made by Darth Plaguis messing with the Dark Side, so she's the answer from the Light. She's Forceborn, and considers herself his sister. She's the responsible one between the two of them, but they're inseparable as kids. Shenanigans and the lives of the party ensue, right up until the war starts. Her Master is Ima-gun Di. Take from that what you will.

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life? Miria Halcyon and Shiani Illumai, absolutely. I like to think I'd make friends with Vayryn too, but her later character development is a study into my own struggle with PTSD and abandonment issues so I'm not sure if she'd like me. I think I'd get along with Angel Gar and Zenaria Kenobi too, and I'd volunteer to babysit all the OC babies.

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them? I don't know that I'd dislike any of my characters outright. I try to make them at least a little likeable, because I put a little of my heart into all of them. Even when they're being disagreeable, there's always an underlying and usually sympathetic reason in the background. That said, Vayryn is a little mean to Hunter for a while.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? I see a canon character. I become obsessed. I decide what kind of person I think they'd mesh with romantically, based on either canon or what I extrapolate from canon and my very surface-level understanding of psychology. Then I write a back story on what would make a person have that kind of personality, introduce them to the canon character, and then throw situations at them that ruin their lives until I've decided they've earned a happy ending. In hindsight, I don't sound unhinged. I sound like I'm not attached to the door frame anymore.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters? You either die someone's sad daughter or live long enough to see yourself become a good mom. Abandoned or orphaned characters. Chronic illness, either mental or physical. Nightmarishly low self esteem. And scars. So many scars.

How do you picture your characters? I love to doodle. I'm still teaching myself to draw on Procreate on my ipad, but I pencil-draw all the time at work at my desk. There's an accordion folder in my bedroom just full of concept art and doodles. Some make it into the fics, some don't.

My writing

What’s your reason for writing? Regrettably, I am haunted by the wretched visions. My brain cannot, will not, must not shut up. If I write them, I can focus the unending brain background chatter. If I don't... well, I get very distracted, crabby, and anxious. I am not kidding when I say haunted by the vision, I mean HAUNTED by the visions. Possessed by the creative spirit that cannot be denied. Utterly helpless in the face of my own imagination. Ya'll, I'm autistic, okay?

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? I love comments. Any comment, on any chapter, just makes my day. Even if it's just smilie faces, knowing that someone is reading this thing that fell out of my head and enjoying it? Peak happiness. Unfathomable delight. That being said, my favorite are the ones where someone swears at me. When the fic hits just right that someone is compelled to send me "how could you, you bitch?" cracks me up every time. I run ideas by my best friend just to get cussed.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers? Well, I hope they enjoy my writing to start off. But I hope they feel comfortable engaging with me, and I hope they think I'm a nice person. I like talking to other people in the fandom (I'm shy, but I'll respond) and I hope I come across as encouraging to other writers. The tumblr community is a cozy little place for me, and I'm by nature a mom-friend.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? I'm not scared of the nitty-gritty topics. PTSD, disability, social prejudice/racism, domestic violence, sexual abuse, etc. A lot of people in fandom don't want to touch that stuff with a 10ft pole (and they shouldn't have to if they're not comfortable with it, I'm not saying they should.) but I think that there is a niche market of people who really need those stories. Those who have been suffering from said issues can see themselves in the story, and see their heroes rise above those circumstances. I've been told my writing can get dark, but I think the darkness shows us where light can be. And I tag my fics so no one gets caught off guard. I don't want to hurt anyone.

Have you been told what is your greatest strength as a writer is by others? I've been told I'm pretty good at emotional delivery. And sibling banter, which I better be good at because I'm one of 13 kids!

How do you feel about your own writing? I love it. I hate it. I want everyone to see it. I want to hide it in a drawer forever. I want to be a famous author. I want to be a hermit and never see the light of day. Writing is both my greatest achievement and biggest source of stress. But I've made some really wonderful friends throughout the years. My best friend and roommate I actually met because he read a Naruto fanfic I wrote when I was 15. @daytodaycrowthoughts I love you!

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write? Yup. Haunted by the wretched visions, even alone. Actually, I might get more writing done because if I don't have someone else to look after, I'll forget to eat/drink water/pee/sleep. So I might not survive very long, but I'll be writing until then.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both? I always write the scenarios of what I want to write, but sometimes I'll go back over the wording/how it plays out and consider how it would read to an outside perspective. Especially with those "nitty gritty" dark scenarios. I don't want to write trauma porn, I want to treat the tragedy as what it is and make it the monster to be defeated in the end. I do sometimes worry that readers will think I'm a total monster just because of how dark the stories can get.

If you're reading, consider yourself no-pressure tagged. ^.^

#original character #fanfic #tag game #creative writing

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ghostpaynes · 1 year ago

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I wanna search for new rp areas that can keep my brain not mush. Looking mostly for group multifandom will work Fast invidual rps can work too. Keep in mind I'm an adult so at the least 16+ but prefered 18+

Things I'd want to rp Hatchetfielld (I main Pete, Max, Paul, Wiggly, Tinky, Hannah, and Duke but will explore) Spies Are Forever (Main Agent Curt and Tatiana but will branch out I also I my little chimera oc) Solve It Squad (Never rped prob Scrags I also have just watched the first play not the christmass and other stuff yet) DC (Damien Wayne, Rita Farr, John Bowers, Rama, Dream of The Endless, Gar, Somewhat Cliff Steel and prob more) Killjoys (Kobra, Fun Ghoul, Dr. D, Korse Maybe val and my ocs) Shameless (Idk here) Helluva Boss (Stolas and Fiz but will branch) Hazbin (Never played anyone but looking at Vox, Velvette, Angel, and maybe Vaggie) I will not join 16+ server as Hazbin characters mostly bc a lot of the ones I like are yeah. Iffy on the Helluva Boss one too

#spies are forever #dc comics #solve it squad #hatchetfield #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #shameless

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eclec-tech · 2 hours ago

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Pairing: Crosshair x OC Luvari Tulren, GAR psychologist Ship Name: Crossvari

Crosshair divider by @stars-n-spice

“Would you ever want another kid?”

Luvari looked up from the article she was reading to send her husband a questioning look. “I have one little boy attached to my chest, and we just got the other one to bed after getting noodles out of both of his ears. Are you seriously asking me NOW if I want another one?”

Crosshair shrugged. “Asking when you’re exhausted and stressed will give me the most honest answer.”

“Hmm.” Luvari ran the backs of her fingers over the tiny blue cheek at her breast. “Good point. You don’t think two is enough?”

“Two is perfect.” He glanced over at the toddler resting angelically in the small bed in the corner of their bedroom, and his voice went soft. “Forget I mentioned it.”

Luvari stared at Crosshair’s face. Her uncanny ability to read facial expressions and body language got a genuine workout when it came to him, but there was something in the ever-so-slight way his eyebrows were raised that told her that forgetting he mentioned it would be a mistake. “Cross?”

Crosshair sighed, his voice shrinking to a whisper. “I missed all of it, Vari.”

“What do you mean?”

He crossed the room to sit beside her and their newborn son on the bed and cupped his hand around the little mass of silver curls. “I was only here for the last few days of your pregnancy with Genet. We adopted Bilyk. I didn’t get to do what husbands are supposed to do.”

“You did exactly what other husbands do. That’s how we ended up with Genet,” Luvari teased.

“That’s not what I meant,” Crosshair returned with a smirk. “I wasn’t here to help you. I didn’t get to watch your belly grow or be here when you felt the first kick.”

“We were on the run,” she reminded him gently. “Considering how enormous the galaxy is, it’s incredible that you made it back in time to welcome the little sniper at all. We were lucky.”

“You’re not wrong, but it still bothers me that I missed so much.”

“It wasn’t all magical firsts. You also missed the vomiting and non-stop complaining.”

Crosshair huffed a small laugh. “It would have been worth it. For me. Clones weren’t meant to have families. This…” He gestured between the two of them and at their two little sons. “This wasn’t supposed to happen for us. You can’t blame me for wanting more of it now that I have it.”

Luvari could see the regret and vulnerability in her husband’s face. “Are you saying you want us to have another baby so you can be part of the pregnancy?” she asked slowly.

There was a twinkle in Crosshair’s eyes as they met his wife’s. “Not only for that reason and not right away, but I haven’t ruled out the possibility. What about you?”

Luvari smiled softly. “I might be persuaded to try for a third—after these two are ‘fresher trained.”

Crosshair glanced at the pile of unused nappies in reserve off to the side and chuckled softly. “Obviously.”

#crosshair x oc #clone trooper crosshair #crosshair tbb #oc luvari tulren #clonexocweek #clonexocweek2025 #clonexocweek2025 day 5 #clone x oc #sw ocs #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars fandom event #amberowl24

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prowlingthunder · 2 years ago

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WIP title ask game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! I was, effectively, tagged by @norcumii

Titles under the cut. Tagging @thelavenderhimbo @chen-qing @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki

A Child of Blood Birds of a Feather Wolfthreat Denguards Witcher!Buffy Red [sybil and athena] A Mother’s Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect Des and Noct swap places Dragon’s Breath [Eddie Finch] [Jake Finch] [Hobbit/RW] [Killing Stalking/Fallout3] [RW/PJO] In a God’s Bedroom [ST/RW] Brothers And Sisters [Thor/RW] [WTNC/Arcana] Foxkits [CSI NY Lupercalia] [Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups] Hell Hath No Fury The Devil’s Luck Highschool [Sil/F8] (Best Laid Plans) Outsider The GOAT Big Town Blues Radstorm Line-dried Laundry (Porns Start Like This) [Inside Pandora’s Box] [Pandora’s Divide] Russian Roulette [Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic] Snow Angels Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Winter Animals All The Things I Didn’t Say [silquinn daemonfic] Justice for All scriptflip Witcher!River Ascendent Ab Infernis to abstain from doing harm A General Gift Nicias/Nicola/Caleb Triplets!verse Cathedral of You fanfic Dawnfire Prompto/Cor Galahdian!Noctis Galahdian!Prompto Galahdian!Gladio Galadian!Ignis The Feral Coeurl of Galahd Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic [legion beaucoup] sequal Terrible Things Papa!Nyx Vampire!Shields [modern ardyn/ravus au] herbwitch!Ignis Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic [transplant fics] Vipers Victim Caleb first heat in insomnia give a brother wings snowchild Clonebaby genderbender au Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort Charon/Hermes/Zag Wolflords Caran Dagra Starlight, Starbright Blood and Water Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Step Two [Bioshock ABO] [Heron/Seraphim fix-it] (This is what it’s like) (wolf fur and dragon teeth) All The Little Children Puppy At Heart Batman/Hawkgirl Brad Wayne [Genji Lives] [Yuuma Op] Nest of Vipers [Stanfic] [Genji Lives Path] [McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans] Taijo Aitai fanfic Quadrature Kagome, Kagome Coal Dust Blood and Ashes The Chosen Ones What Happened To Gavin [RPF: PT meets lR] Jedi!Shmi Mirshko/Cody Snowdrops Son of Sands Wolves [Jeeri Stormwitch thing] Supernova Revan+Wolves Monsters in the Dark A Pocket Ful of Sand [tcw/ep7 timetravel] Sempiternal Energy The Prophecy Impulse Matchstick/Hell Abo gullet fic Impulse/Selhat broke down my walls because of you so I'm just a dead man crawling the ground a garden grows [untitled oc clone ruination] like father like son [rex/krell] ge’tal par gar Safe sex Shmijango slave au Everybody wingfic [SamJack] [cohabitation fic] Bad Plan Marching Band What Big Sisters Are For Homecoming [Arrow/RW Multiverse] [Papa!Cye] Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch Little shadows far reaching [keith and marie] witchwolves [Human!geralt]

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